BEGINNING
Place: CORE base in the city of Ark
Year: 2000
Date: 11/30/00
Owner id: #3275910
Project name: Poison
Owner Name: Rose Relligal
Rose: How is Poison looking 22? Is Everything stable?
22: Yes ma'am. Her RHR is a standard 57 bpm. She handled the procedures relatively well too. She could just be the Soldier we need.
Rose: I believe she'll be able to surpass our expectations. What other choice does she have? Make sure you keep monitoring her. I expect a full report in the next 30, 22.
22: Understood ma'am.
FILE 22
Year: 2008
Date 12/31/08
Owner id: #3275910
Soldier Name: Poison
Owner: Rose Relligal
*Her long and messy black hair draped down to her waist. The single robotic black arm littered with scratches signalling its long history of usage. The black torn cloak that went down to her ankles. This was her, the number one CORE soldier, Poison*
Poison: [Target found. Proceeding with assassination.]
22: [Very well. Oh and Poison! I believe I found a solution to your constant eye bags!]
Poison: [22, the coms are not for personal inquiries.]
22: [Well aren't you just a bundle of joy? You know, those eye bags make you look like an addi-]
Poison: [Ending communication link.]
22: [Wha?!]
*She crashed through the window without hesitation. Landing on the blonde mans desk and shocking the students of Arkyle Academy as she grabbed the man by his hair. The hidden red blade in her wrist ejected with a hiss, its tip inches from the targets left eye. She was about to drive the blade through his head until her coms turned on*
22: [WAIT POISON! You can't kill the man in front of his students!]
Poison: [That has no interference with the mission.]
22: [It's not about interference! Its about NOT giving them ptsd!]
Poison: [That holds no critical weight to my mission.]
Rose: [22 is right. Dispatch of the man outside of the sight of students. We cannot risk their mental health for our gains. They've been through enough due to the mans distasteful actions.]
Poison: [Very well. Changing tactics.]
*The monotone android drags the target out of his classroom leaving the students in shocked silence. He squirms in her grasp, desperately kicking and punching Poison to no avail. Her iron grip on his hair only served as a reminder she wasn't human*
Target: LET ME GO DAMMIT! WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU?! STUPID BITCH! DUMB GODDAMN WHORE LET ME GO!
Poison: Kyle Alberts. Your assassination will be carried out today. You've been convicted of countless crimes including sexual misconduct, blackmail, and possession of illegal substances. That is a small bit of what you have done.
Kyle Alberts: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! IT WAS ALL CONSENSUAL! ASK THAT BITCH MAYU! ASK HER DAMMIT PLEASE! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!
22: [Gross.]
*The school rooftop, that's where she took him. The chilling wind makes Kyle shiver a bit but it wasn't nearly as cold as the look in her eyes. In a last ditch effort he reveals the pocket knife stored in his sock, charging at the android without a plan. A move that would prove fatal. Poison grabs the blade of the knife with her robotic hand, crushing it into a fine dust before slamming her leg into his stomach. A loud crunch can be heard as the synthetic bone meets with real bone. Kyle falls back clutching his stomach with spit dripping from his mouth*
Kyle: L-L-LISTEN I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! PLEASE!!! SOMEONE HEL-
*With a swift flick of her wrist Kyle's throat is slit. His blood stains the sleeve of Poison's cloak a dark red. Still, she remained stoic. Refusing to show any emotion to this freak. Even as his blood sprayed onto her face. Nothing. Watching as the target choked on the red fluid she merely watched until he finally collapsed*
Poison: [Mission update, Kyle Alberts deceased. Send out Model CU.]
22: [CU33 en route as we speak! Good work Poison! Now let's talk about that beat up cloak of yours-]
Poison: [Cutting communications.]
22: [You bi-] Man, she's no fun at all.
Poison: CU33. Am I right to assume you've been briefed?
CU33: Yup! Kyle Alberts, 34, teacher, all the works. Real scummy guy. Just thinking about what kinda person he was makes me wanna leave his body here.
Poison: That would go against your duties and end up with you-
CU33: Bein' scrapped? Yeah yeah I know. Relax i'm not gonna abandon my duties. Ya know it wouldn't kill you to take it easy once in a while.
Poison: Taking it easy would only hinder my abilities. It's illogical.
CU33: Both you and I know that nothing can hinder you. It's kinda cool knowing how you always remained so determined to finish your mission, it's something we should all strive to do. Except ya know...we should keep our own personalities. Can't have everyone being as lifeless as you can we?
*CU33's smile gave away the fact that he was merely joking. This is how the blonde Cleaning Unit always acted. It was as if he wasn't an android at all...in truth it somewhat puzzled Poison. Why was Cu33 so human? More importantly why was he so kind? She shakes her head seemingly erasing the question from her mind*
CU33: So Poison, what's it like being called the strongest?
Poison: It makes no difference to me.
CU33: Is that so? Usually it'd make a persons head swell up. Glad to see that won't be happening to you anytime soon. Hold on, ya got something on your face.
Poison: I will take care of it back in base.
CU33: Oh relax would you? I'm not gonna hurt you.
*He takes a wipe from his pouch and gently cleans the blood off of Poison's face*
CU33: Gotta make sure you're nice and presentable for your Owner when you get back ya know?
Poison: Perhaps.
Cu33: Huh? Did you just-agree with me?!
Poison: I don't see why that's so surprising. It is only natural to agree when someone is correct, is it not?
CU33: True true. Alrighty. Everything is good to go. The body is secured, all traces of blood are gone, and any trace of your contact with that "thing" is erased. My job here is done.
Poison: [Reporting status-]
CU33: [Reporting status! All traces of assassination have been erased. The body is secured and ready for disposal! Returning to base now! CU33 out!]
22: [I eagerly await your arrival CU33!]
CU33: You hear that, Poison? She EAGERLY awaits MY arrival! Guess I am more popular than you after all-hey wait up!
Poison: Popularity has nothing to do with the mission being successful.
CU33: Geez, you know you can't just walk off like that don't you? It's the SU's job to escort the CU back to base!
Poison: I didn't leave you.
CU33: Sure looked like you were going to!
Poison: I was not going to.
CU33: You were so going to.
Poison: I was not.
CU33: Were too.
Poison: [Permission to abandon unit CU33?]
CU33: HEY!
22: [DENIED!]
CU33: [Permission to abandon unit Poison?!]
22: [Gran-]
Poison: [Cutting communications.]
CU33: Sometimes I wonder if you'd actually abandon me.
Poison: Of course not. I am never one to abandon my duties.
CU33: Right...your duties. Hey Poison! Let's go to that diner! C'mon!
*CU33 grabs Poison's wrist and begins to run towards an old looking diner. The sign is completely faded, the letters nearly unreadable even to an android. She had come across this diner many times before but, always assumed it was shut down. As they entered, the smell of old leather seats assaulted her nose. It mingled with the smell of bacon and eggs along with other foods*
Poison: I had always assumed this place was-
CU33: Shut down? Nah.
Poison: How did you figure this out?
CU33: They have windows for a reason Poison. Man, you REALLY don't pay attention to your surroundings.
22: [He's right ya know!]
Poison: [22, the coms are not to be used for personal comments.]
CU33: [Don't listen to her 22, she's just mad cause you agreed with me!]
Poison: [I am not upset.]
CU33: [You can hear it too!]
Poison: [Perhaps I should get a new CU unit assigned to me.]
CU33: [C-Cutting coms.]
Poison: Are you going to order?
CU33: Of course! Hey, George! Lemme get a number 7 with hash-browns!
George: And for the lady?
Poison: I am not eating.
CU33: Huh? Why not?
Poison: I have no need to. I am an android.
CU33: Ya know, that doesn't mean you shouldn't eat. You have taste-buds don't you? Put em to use.
Poison: There's no need-
CU33: Would it kill ya to have some fun? Lighten up, Poison! You just finished a mission, why not treat yourself?
Poison: Why should I do so?
CU33: Cause it's fun!
George: Number 7!
*CU33 grabs the ceramic plate from the wooden counter. Stabbing the eggs with his fork and holding them up to Poison's mouth*
CU33: Open!
Poison: I see no need-
CU33: OPEN!
*She finally submits to his orders. Not because she was scared or intimidated of course, she just wanted it to be over. She would never spend her time outside like this after a mission. Usually she'd just go straight back to her dorm*
CU33: Well? How is it?
Poison: It's...fine.
CU33: Huh? Did I just see a smile?! I'm not crazy right?! You smiled!
Poison: I did not. Even if I did, there's no need to make a spectacle out of it.
CU33: It's just nice seeing you smile.
*What? She was utterly speechless. Why would he, an android, say that? What was he trying to do? None of it makes sense HE doesn't make sense. He's an android just like her, so why is he so human?*
Poison: Ahem. Let us return back to the dorm. I have necessary repairs to make.
*Poison watches as CU33 shovels food into his mouth without a care in the world. They merely exchange looks before he gives his partner a thumbs up and gently places his plate on the wooden counter. After he thanks George, he jogs over to Poison*
CU33: You don't mind if I help you with repairs do ya?
Poison: I suppose not. It would make things faster.
CU33: I promise I'll do my best!
Poison: I hope you do.
